Kirby tried to leak my mental health problems to our mutual friends in the hopes that I would be left alone. One of his "alters" even came forward just to tell me that he hopes that I kill myself. I barely speak to anyone and focus on my own shit most of the time, because surprise, I don't give a shit about you and your farce of a life. I don't talk to Sarah/Queen of Mean/Spoken barely at all (and hadn't said more than a sentence to her in months until you all tried dragging me back in), I don't talk to anybody that he thinks I do.

Hell, I think if anything, I find it hilarious that everyone I was positive would keep letting him be a shit person left. And I only know that because I was terrified for them, terrified that if Kirby was willing to try and get me to kill myself by alienating me, what would he do to these other folks who he has addresses, legal names, and other such info on?

And then started the stalking, when we all had to start double checking, while he boasted publicly on Tumblr and X that he was having close friends spy on our accounts to make sure we weren't talking about him, and then came all the fake anons that I tracked back to the same device IP as the laptop he used to use when we hung out all the time, and then right after that, the device IP stopped being the same, but we could still track it all back to his state, and then he got a VPN and decided that he'd just disable any locales from that area, not realizing that that made it obvious he was still stalking us, but also that he was actively the one sending all of these anons.

Honestly, dude should feel lucky my moral compass isn't broken, or I'd give him a taste of his own medicine, reveal where it is that he keeps making these posts from, send the authorities to his house to look at his art, but instead, I keep to myself. Because Kirby doesn't matter to me. His life, in my opinion, is worthless. Somebody could shoot him tomorrow, and I'd feel sad, but not because he's dead; it's because I would know deep down inside that, if he just listened to me when I told him to stop searching out drama and reasons to fight online, he wouldn't be dead.

Kirby Boone is a waste of time, energy, oxygen, skin, and the tears that stain my skin as I write this, but I cry for him all the same, because I feel such profound pity for a man that simply cannot feel anything for anybody else.

Thanks for the question, Anonymous Coward - hopefully the next one you bring will actually be a question, and not some Elementary School Children version of a guilt trip for somebody that is
✨NOT INVOLVED IN YOUR DUMB SHIT✨